THE MAN IN GRAY 



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suming one of the best fries of trout of 

 which I have ever partaken. 



"I may add that we invited the party 

 who had unwittingly saved us to aid 

 us in finishing off the remainder of our 

 catch on the following evening." 



The train slowed up and the porter 

 thrust his head in the doorwav and 



said, "This is your station, sir." 

 "Thank you," replied the man in gray 

 rising, and laying his hand on the 

 shoulder of the poacher, he quietly re- 

 marked, "I am sorry to inconvenience 

 you, sir, but you are under arrest and 

 we get off here. I am the game war- 

 den and this station is in Cheshire 

 County. 



THE BANNER OF JAPAN 



BY WM. M. BYRAM, M.D. 



'Mid western isles where Summer smiles 



There dwells a little man, 

 Who makes his bow to nations now — 



The soldier of Japan. 

 He has been fair, he did forbear, 



As only heroes can ; 

 Yet those who seek to rob the weak 



Must walk wide of Japan. 



"The seas are wide, you are not tied ; 



Come beat us if you can. 

 You face a flag of fight, not brag — 



The banner of Japan. 

 Read well the stars — know nothing mars 



Heaven's way that you can scan ; 

 For they have groans and sun-bleached bones, 



Who come to fight Japan." 



The Russians came, they bear the blame, 



Along with sore defeat ; 

 One war-time word is all they've heard — 



The order for retreat ! 

 Those who escape (with mangled 'shape' — 



All cripples to a man) — 

 Must view with fear for many a year 



The sun-flag of Japan. 



